Liberty House: The Surprising Kitchen
There was a point in time where I thought I’d be jumping up and down in joy (having cleared the remaining red tape from this
There was a point in time where I thought I’d be jumping up and down in joy (having cleared the remaining red tape from this
Some of you Family Handyman subscribers may have gotten your March magazines last week (or two weeks ago? time really flies when you’re unexpectedly buying
Most of last week was spent battling my way back through forty-eight hours of 102-degree fever, three days of waiting to hear back from the
I’m still in the process of disentangling myself from all of the red-tape surrounding buying a house at auction, so in an effort to feel
Taken this morning on the way to The Liberty House, which is just over that hill. I found out today that the road home is
You know what they say about pets and houses… don’t name them unless you plan to keep them. Well, it looks like–godwilling– I’m keeping this
You might get the impression from this website that I like to be in control. (If you didn’t get that impression… refer back to the
So, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself about posting interior pics today. I hope you’ll forgive me, but it was wishful thinking
I know, I know, I kind of dropped a little bomb in the middle of the “Hey I’m going to buy some vacant land and
No. Not property to build my Hillside Cottage on, but an actual house. A 150 year old brick farmhouse, to be exact. With one bigass
If these plans look a little rumpled it’s definitely not because I’ve been sleeping snuggled up to them for the last week. I swear. I
Here’s how I kicked off the week. I already had a jump-start on feeling awesome with the successful Moonshine Lamp project that I knocked out
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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